My Dad And His Truck

They'd start before the sunrise
While me and mom were still asleep
Fueled up on unleaded 87
And coffee down the street
Wherever the work would take 'em
Yeah, that's where they would go
Never let anyone steer 'em wrong
They just headed on down the road
Always towin' a heavy load

They would run 'til the day was done
Like a cowboy and his horse
All those years grinding the gears
They don't make 'em like that no more
Strong and steady, always ready
To go when you fired 'em up
Both built American tough
My dad and his truck

They taught me how to get through life
When to gas and when to brake
How to keep it between the lines in the rain
How to handle the give and take
In that rust red short bed pickup
No stranger was ever stuck
My old man couldn't help but help
Anyone down on their luck
The kind of count on you can trust

They would run 'til the day was done
Like a cowboy and his horse
All those years grinding the gears
They don't make 'em like that no more
Strong and steady, always ready
To go when you fired 'em up
Both built American tough
My dad and his truck
Yeah, my dad and his truck

Those bench seat conversations
Are the ones I've been missin'
What I wouldn't give to just go back
One more time to sit and listen

They would run 'til the day was done
Like a cowboy and his horse
All those years grinding the gears
They don't make 'em like that no more
Strong and steady, always ready
To go when you fired 'em up
Both built American tough
The kind of count on that you can trust
Yeah, both made American tough
My dad and his truck
Yeah, my dad and his truck